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So as she walked the solemn sounds and mists of manor she did see.
And while twirling about she sang a song, a saccharine melody.
“My life may end, my skin may rot,” she did shout with glee.
“But so long as my bones stay white I shall remain pretty as can be.”

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  1. imaginedselfimportance posted this